novelraw Chapter 136
Chapter 136
In front of her was a huge whiteboard. All kinds of materials and photos were pasted on the whiteboard. Because of the angle, he couldn't see the photos clearly. According to the cause of death she just said, he decided that these photos would not look good.
The floor was also covered with all kinds of pictures and information printed on A4 paper. She was biting her pen and thinking deeply. She didn't notice that it was him who came in. Instead, she reached for a cup and handed it to him.
“Bob，a．cuppa．joe！” Bob, give me a cup of coffee!
Kangxi now changed his face, but also pull long, like some kind of quadruped animal - horse.
Although her English is very colloquial and pure American, he can understand it. His father is the captain and his sister is an aviation worker. English is a second language in his family.
She was so absorbed in thinking that she completely forgot that she was no longer in the FBI. What she said and did was the habit of that year.
Usually, Bob would ask her professionally, "Americano? Flat．White？ Con．Panna？”
American style? white coffee? Or combana?
These are the three kinds of coffee she drinks most often. They are only used when handling cases, so they are all black coffee.
She did not wait for a familiar answer, but a chilly: "who. Is. Bob?"
She subconsciously turned back. Kangxi was standing straight at the door, looking sour and smelly like a child who didn't want sugar. Due to the limitations of supermarket goods, she didn't buy a suitable Pajama for him. She chose a popular COTTON PAJAMA with rustic color and style, but he was wearing the air of President Badao. The pants were too short, and he was forced to wear them into 7-point pants, It's funny.
She curved her mouth and said, "how did you wake up?"
But he was still struggling with the question: "who. Is. Bob?" The pronunciation is pure. I can't hear the original accent at all.
The name Bob is very common in the United States, mostly for men. Don't sleep in the middle of the night, even if the case, but also thinking about other men, this is not to add to his block?
In an instant, the pleasure of falling into the rice bowl was completely suppressed by the bubbling sour taste.
What's the matter with the sour tone of putting the cup back on the floor?
"He was my former colleague." She didn't hide it because it was the truth.
Bob is a member of the crime analysis team. Her former subordinate, her parents, opened a coffee shop with good reputation. He himself is good at making coffee, so every time she thinks about a case, his coffee becomes a necessity.
"Just colleagues?" He seriously suspects that Bob is her damned fiance.
"Yes, or else?"
There is no sadness, no memory, just a very calm statement, let his sour chest finally subsided, suddenly a little angry with himself, just showed too immature, jealous this kind of thing, just put it in my heart, there is no need to let her know.
He coughed, adjusted the mentality, "how late, how do you not sleep?"
He pointed to the whiteboard, "I'm working."
"It's three in the morning. Do you have to work so hard?" He went over and was going to take her back to bed.
Suddenly she reached out and palmed at him, "stop! Don't come any further! "
He stepped out of a foot immediately stopped in mid air, "what's the matter?"
She stood up and stood in front of him. "The police are handling the case, and the others are evading."
exclusion?
He's nothing. He won't admit it. "You're not a policeman, you're an instructor."